“I wanted to be sexual/sexualized, but not fetishized. But was becoming someone’s fetish the only way? How was being fetishized different than being desired for having a unique, unrepeatable shape…or would the one leg always and forever be the only thing that mattered?”...more
Posts Tagged: pregnancy
We were then young girls and our want was written on our skins. Between our legs and along our necks and wrists, our skin craved friction and more friction....more
The cool story would be how we went home that night, dropped everything, booked our trip, and were soon having a threesome…under the ocean spray that endlessly cascades over San Sebastian’s horseshoe beachfront. But that isn’t what happened....more
I clutched the uneven wooden arms of my beach chair and felt hopelessly in love with everyone, this assemblage of trash-talking deadbeats who insist they are too old to still work at a snack bar but come back year after year, even though they’ve been saying to hell with the place ever since they started....more
My husband went back to work, and then my mom flew back to Florida, and it was just me and the baby. Alone together, but no longer the us we had been when I was pregnant....more
Belly: There was extra room there for a while, in case he wanted to come back, I suppose....more
In her deeply personal essay on The Millions, Allison K. Gibson explains some of the intense literary cravings she experienced during her pregnancy. Some of them were unexpected, even violent, but all were led entirely by intuition.
“Now I had a voracious appetite to consume certain books I’d read long ago, revisiting passages that had always been especially moving.
As her new pregnancy progresses, Emily Rapp explores the human choices of survival and happiness after the wreckage....more
“You could have the baby,” he said. “Best case scenario, it would absolutely destroy my relationship, like completely burn it to the ground, and then we would get together. It would be hard, but I would do it.”...more
In my thirties, I have had two abortions, six years apart. I tell no one. I perpetuate the shame of every woman who has ever chosen to terminate an unwelcome pregnancy—with my silence....more
“Seaweed?” I ask, feeling simultaneously perplexed and defeated. “The surgeon is going to put seaweed in my vagina?”...more
My husband, Devan, wants to know when he can stop lying to everyone he cares about. He’s talking about the baby, the fact that we’re having one (if all goes well) in early October....more
A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be around while one of my best friends gave birth to a baby boy. It was an amazing experience. As a result, unfortunately, I had to spend a lot of time at SF General....more
And I’m back! Thanks very much to Michael Berger for filling in for me while I was gone! He did a damn fine job.
Lots has happened over the last few weeks:...more